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They know your job is rough, you work for the police force, so obviously getting hurt is gonna happen eventually.
They just didn’t expect to get a call from the hospital at almost 2 in the morning.
They rushed to get dressed, tripping over themselves as they threw on some clothes.
The person on the phone didn’t tell them how bad it was, only that you had been shot and had to get stitches.
Hannibal drove, seeing as Will was too anxious to do so.
They may have went a little over the speed limit, but that’s nobody’s business.
Will almost yelled at the lady working the front desk because it was taking too long to find out what room you were in.
Hannibal held Will’s hand, gently pulling him when a doctor started leading them to your room.
You were in the bed, a nurse wrapping bandages around your arm when they walked in.
Will rushed over, asking you a thousand questions a minute.
Hannibal managed to calm him, asking you how this happened.
You told them the story. The suspect had a gun, shot at you, landed a bullet in your side, and managed to push you onto some broken glass when he ran.
Will held your hand the entire night, afraid to let go.
Hannibal sat next to the bed, gently tracing small pattern into the bandages to help you relax.
All in all, you weren’t let out of the house for a while, and they made sure you didn’t strain yourself practically at all.
Okay so I was in a country song bing for a good couple of hours and all I can think about is hannigrahm with a country s/o (preferably gn) who isn't shy at all but will absolutely put their hat on their heads (the meaning if that is like staking a claim or save a horse ride a cowboy)
Hannigram with a country s/o
They met you at a bar, a celebration for breaking a case, as Jack had told them.
You were on the stage, playing the guitar and singing softly for all the patrons to hear.
Hannibal watched you with interest, eventually catching your eye.
You winked at him before tipping your hat, finishing up the song you were singing.
You thanked everyone for listening before hopping off the stage and heading over to the bar, right over to Hannibal and Will.
You ordered something strong, turning to Hannibal as it was being made.
“You look like a fancy fella. What brings you ‘round here?” You asked him, starting the conversation fairly easily.
After you got your drink you hung around them, spending some time trying to crack Will out of his shell.
You bought them a round of shots, making a toast to friendship before downing it easily.
Will swished his around in the small shot glass before he took it, wincing slightly at the burn.
You teased him about it for a few minutes before taking off your hat and placing it on his head.
You gave them your number before leaving the bar, telling them to call you.
Alana laughed when she saw you place your hat on Will’s head, knowing the meaning of the whole ordeal.
Will clearly did not know, as he kept the hat on.
Eventually, Alana told him, trying to hold back her laughter when she saw his face of shock.
When Will got home he called you almost immediately, wanting to ask why you put your hat on his head.
You responded accordingly. “I thought you were cute, sugar.”
You laughed when you heard him stumble over his words slightly.
”Meet me at the bar tomorrow night. 6:30. I’ll get my hat back and we can talk. Get to know each other.”
Will agreed, mostly because he wanted to return your hat, but also because he wanted to get to know you a bit.
Hannibal helped him get ready, even offering to go with. Will denied, saying he could do it on his own.
When he met you there, he immediately asked you why you put your hat on him again.
“I told you, darlin’. I thought you were cute.” You said with a smile, taking a sip of your drink.
You two hung out all night, eventually going back to your place late at night, both of you tipsy.
Will woke up on the couch with a blanket over him and a plate of food on the coffee table.
He ate, got dressed(when did he get undressed?) and left your house.
He went home and told Hannibal about the night.
You three hung out more and more, eventually all of you fell in love.
You were the one to ask them out, jealous of a drunk who was hitting on them at the bar.
They were a bit shocked, sure, but they easily accepted your confession, confessing that they too were in love with you. (A/n: Thank you so much for the request! I thought it was really cute! I hope you like it, I tried my best to get the country aspect right, as I am not the biggest country fan. I’m sorry if it’s a little short!)
Hannibal and Will first met you at a crime scene after you scared them. You were there to photograph evidence, and you ended up accidentally sneaking up on them.
Will almost had a heart attack when you tapped on his shoulder.
Hannibal kept his eye on you as you worked, noticing how silent you were even when talking.
Will was impressed, usually no one can sneak up on him easily, so when you did he was surprised.
Eventually Will worked up the courage to talk to you. With Hannibal by his side of course.
You were extremely polite, offering to show them some pictures you took when they asked about your job.
Hannibal offered dinner at his place, and you accepted.
Hannibal made sure not to use a lot of human meat when preparing your dish, but used some in his and Wills.
You showed up in one of your best outfits, an expensive bottle of wine in your hands.
Hannibal let you in while Will set the table.
You walked behind Hannibal, silent as ever as you looked around slightly.
Safe to say, Will was surprised when you walked into the dining room.
Will set the table, smiling at you slightly when he set your plate down in front of you.
You were quiet throughout dinner, only speaking when spoken too and keeping your answers short and simple, but informative.
Eventually the dinner came to an end and you had to go home.
After that, you kept coming over for dinner, each and every time Hannibal invited you, you accepted.
After the 10th or 11th dinner Will and Hannibal asked you to be theirs, and you accepted shyly.
about a month after dating you moved in by Will’s request.
They noticed that you loved exploring the house, and so they never stopped you when you did, but you always managed to sneak up on them.
Eventually, Will ordered little bells to sew onto your clothes to help keep track of you.
You still manage to sneak up on them sometimes when you find a piece of clothing that doesn’t have a bell on it.
They love you, but hate how silent you can be.